Wednesday, January 31, 2018

And, the #1 Reason Is...

So, in What If… I told you
guys about convos Joey and I have occasionally about what we’d change about our
cripnesses...and, I give the same statement I'm about to say. People automatically assume
it’s we want to walk…WRONG. Let me tell
ya about y’all’s able-bodiedness…DUDE AND DUDETTES, Houston, we have a problem
here. We see you guys fall on your asses
and faces waaay too much for that to look appealing. Also, we have stories to back this up, which I didn't tell in What If…*evil grin*

It’s like
maybe ’97, and Teri, my ex, and I are staying at the apartments on A St. Teri worked the 7-11 across the alley, and I
could easily go over to hang with her and help her watch the place for her
while she was busy, or help her get plates on gas runs. I’m over by the mag racks when this dude,
obviously WASTED comes in, damn near ripping the door off its hinges to keep
his balance…OMG. I REALLY had to work
hard not to bust out laughing at the dude.
I think he was so gone, he didn’t even have his money to buy the case he
was after. Sorry, Charlie. SO, he left, damn near ripping the door off
the hinges again to get back wherever he was going. I don’t think he was driving, THANK GOD!

Now, I’m not
judging by any means. I’m definitely no
angel. I’ve been stupid drunk before. They have pics. SERIOUSLY, passed out, leaning back in my
chair, mouth wiiiide open passed out.
See. A drunk ass crip is nothing
nice to see. If I could walk, it’d be
game over…and, like Jigsaw says, “There will be blood.”

Other times,
sober, we see people with those clunky gray boots or a sling or, worst, a
cast. Ask ‘em what happened, and after a
long pause, “I missed a step,” sheepishly.
I think to myself, I’ll say. But, honestly, when we see it happen, we
wanna help. I mean, it’s the right thing
to do, right? It might bruise the ego a
bit if the crip comes to the rescue, which has happened before at work. I’m not thinking of the thought processes,
because my friend was really hurting. By the way, I've worn a cast after surgery, and know how bad they suck.

BUT, case in
point. I rest my case.

Besides, who
wouldn’t wanna get a new ride every five years, right? But, that’s another blog.

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